Programmed for Pleasure (Pyschological Romance)

『Chapter 5』

Warning: SĂ

[Don't be scared] - I tell myself

"Are you ready, Abel?"

"Yes, sir."

His thumb entered my mouth just a little, and my lips wrapped around it, hoping it would mute my moans.
He positions himself right at the front of my entrance,his biceps were on both sides of me, leaving no space for me to escape. He made eye contact as he slowly entered me, my face turned facing the wall as I winced in pain.

He let's out a deep groan

"You're so tight,"He says, his voice filled with desire.
His pace became faster and faster as my pain became worse.

"Don't look away, I want to see what you look like,"He said I couldn't even respond. I looked into his eyes, seeing nothing his pupils were enlarged and dark. He looked back at me as if he were a predator, and I was his prey.

At this moment, I definitely was his prey, unable to do anything weak, useless, naive. This is what I get. I deserve this.

I tapped his shoulder, trying to tell him to stop

"Natha...niel let take a... break"

He continues to thrust even harder.
His hip meets mine, causing his dick to plunge even deeper. I can hear the sharp, forceful sound of our bodies slamming against each other, making me feel uneasy.

"Stop..,..Stop!"

I try pushing him off of me, but he is too strong. His arms were still placed at both of my sides. I could try to escape, but I would not be successful.
His thrusts are faster and harder. I feel like  his dick might pierce my stomach.
He leans down to bite on my earlobe

"Professor Nathaniel, please stop."I beg him, and yet he still continues. I turn my head to the side, and he grabs my jaw, making me look at him.

"I said don't look away,"

He says while tears escape my eyes. His mouth clamps down onto my nipple, his hips move even faster while his mouth stays on my breast. He releases my nipple, his eyes settle on mine, which are filled with tears.

"Please stop, it hurts.....too much."He leans down and licks my lips, forcefully placing his tongue in my mouth and then taking it out seconds later.

He grabbed my hands and locked them above my head, making sure I could not move away from him. His hips start rapidly hitting mine, I ask him to stop, but he still won't listen

My hands tried getting free, but he held on tightly to them. He was slamming inside me with no remorse or caution. Even the bed frame was banging loudly against the wall

"Nathaniel please.......hic.......stop" I cry

"Shhh your making noise, I'm about to cum"

He says while placing a finger on top of my lip to stop me from talking.

He let's out a sound I have never heard before, he stops moving his hips and pulls out his dick, and yanks the condom off, his cum landing on top of my stomach.
His chest is red and sweaty. He gets off the bed then gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Shhhh..... now there don't cry. " He trys to console me

"You did good. we would have continued, but i saw you were in pain,"He says with a smirk on his face.

"Margaret will come and get you cleaned up, I will be in my study taking a smoke. You will sleep in here after the sheets are changed. Don't cry now it's supposed to hurt the first time, and you will get used to it. "

He wipes my tears before leaving the room.......

3rd pov:

She curled up on the bed, her body aching in a way she hadn't expected. The sharp, throbbing pain lingered, making her wince with every small movement.

It's supposed to hurt, she told herself over and over, trying to believe it. Everyone said the first time wasn't easy. Maybe this is what they meant-the discomfort, the confusion, the feeling like something wasn't right. But it was supposed to be like this, wasn't it?

She thought back to how she had asked him to stop. Her voice had trembled, small and uncertain, but she had asked him more than once. Each time, he'd ignored her, his pace never faltering, like he hadn't even heard her at all. She wanted to believe it wasn't intentional. Maybe he thought she didn't mean it. Maybe he thought she'd be fine if he just kept going. He cares about me, she tells herself, trying to fight back the doubt creeping into her mind. He had to care. They'd been together for a while now. She couldn't let herself think that he didn't.

Still, the memory of him pushing forward despite her protests gnawed at her, leaving her feeling unsettled. But she didn't want to question it too much. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, to believe that he hadn't meant to hurt her. After all, he was supposed to love her. She had chosen to trust him, to be vulnerable with him. Maybe this was just part of the experience-something she had to endure to make it work, to prove that they were close.

As the pain lingered, she kept telling herself it wasn't his fault, that maybe she just didn't understand how things were supposed to be. She had to believe he cared, even if a part of her felt broken, lost in the space between what she had hoped for and what had actually happened.

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